Lyrics Fuckin With Dis Click - Three 6 Mafia
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Scream?-
How
can
you
have
faith
in
a
god
That
can
not
even
control
creation
How
can
he
lead
you
to
salvation
There
is
no
hope
in
chaos-only
Welcome
to
the
other
side
of
reality
And
this
is
your
eternity
(eternity)
(Juicy-J)
The
end
of
the
world
I
can
see
it
comin′
So
I
pack
my
nine
millimeters
and
I
start
Huntin'
For
these
niggas
that
talk
shit
Man
these
hoes
will
never
quit
until
ya
Leave′em
hangin'
from
a
tree
or
thrown
In
a
ditch
Which
one
of
you
Niggas
think
you
really
got
them
guts
To
walk
up
to
his
house,
knock
on
his
door
Let'em
feel
the
buck
shots
of
a
12
gauge
Backed
up
by
an
A-K
Fore
you
go
to
bed
at
night
you
bitches
Better
kneel
and
pray
Cause
when
it′s
business
We
takin′
care
our
business
I'm
clappin′
on
any
of
a
witness
Or
any
who
wanna
get
in
it
Man
this
shit
is
real
Not
them
stories
you
put
in
your
raps
Not
even
that
bullshit
you
talk
behind
A
nigga
back
Let
me
make
it
simple
and
plain
Run
up
and
you'll
get
your
brains-blown
To
the
side
of
the
curb
with
that
plastic
Thang-thang
nina
glock
19
With
the
20
clip
You
don′t
wanna
fuck
with
this
You
don't
wanna
fuck
with
this
Chorus
x4
Therefore
all
you
clicks,
and
you
clans
And
you
crews
Fuckin′,
fuckin'
with
this
click
And
we
gon'
bring
it
to
your
ass
(Koopsta
Knicca)
Man
for
what
any
crime
I
swear
I′ll
die
Before
I
do
some
time
Bitch
the
Koopsta
massive
when
I
murder
With
the
muthafuckin′
plastic
nine
Corpses
that
we
tortured
in
the
chevy
Voices
won't
let
me
rest
Could
this
be
the
end
yet
Or
a
message
sent
from
Satan
(nigga
omens)
They
open
the
gates
of
horror
For
them
horror
lords
We
tortured
the
cases
who
arrested
The
faces
of
triple
six
That
which
is
sorcerer
(Kill
that
bitch,
chop
that
bitch)
Or
you
might
get
caught
on
a
crucifix
I′m
sick
of
that
burning
inside
of
my
Cradle
I'm
wishin′
that
He
could
just
come
Yet
This
nina
gots
no
trigger
so
I'm
clickin′
Real
quick
like
a
serial
killa
mon'
Straight
from
that
cell
for
real'a
I′ll
buck
you
dead
my
nigga
And
it′s
a
shame
when
I
dropped'em
off
The
break
mane
In
return
I
got
no
thangs
I
went
in
dark
room
fool
Koop
be
jackin′
For
their
thang
Everytime
I
see's
you
slippin′
I
go
into
a
my
Mac-10
(Mac-10)
Victims
of
my
devil's
playground
Come
burn
with
me
until
the
end
Chorus
x4
(Lord
Infamous)
Totin′
the
dead
body
over
my
shoulder
And
sure
to
break
out
with
my
shovel
Or
let
evil
look
forward
And
I
start
to
dig
up
and
toss
in
the
body
And
give
up
more
money
as
bank
of
the
sore
Three
seperate
bodies
hacked
up
with
a
axe
And
I
think
a
big
sack
Been
chewed
up
by
rats
I'm
just
writing
these
poems
They
bring
to
renown
cause
a
triple
six
Night
to
rescore
Split
rists
with
nee-dles
in
my
fists
And
amidst',
thy
clicks,
of
tricks
No
I′m
not
a
Christian
But
I′m
mentally
ill
and
I
don't
Understand
all
the
reasons
Well
I
think
it′s
killin'
season
And
neither
does
my
schitzophrenic
friends
So
therefore
nigga
due
to
my
mental
Defocalty
Scarecrow
is
only
entertained
By
helping
enemies
bleed
Let
all
the
bodies
soak
in
all
the
blood
Let′s
go
smoke
with
that
chick
with
no
pity
I
bloody
cut
chop
up
they
shell
goes
in
20
gauge
Finally
thinkin'
like
I
was
fright-nit-ting
I′m
havin'no
thoughts
Of
the
lives
I've
done
lost
When
I′m
blazin′
that
stupid
gauge
fire
Cause
I'm
havin′
a
halloween
slaughter
It
turned
my
gun
focal
Just
thank
Micheal
Myers
No
mutilation's
paralyzations
Got
no
patience
when
I′m
chasin'
Down
a
patient
Tryin′
to
thwart
assassination
Chorus
x4
(Dj
Paul)
I'm
on
a
cross
loose
up
off
these
Cut
me
free
(cut
me
free)
I'l
draw
your
portrait
if
you
put
me
Down
on
my
feet
(down
on
my
feet)
My
cross
turns
upside
down
And
finally
I′m
loose
I
flip
the
land
and
released
up
of
some
Sinners
Scarecrow
and
the
Juice
I
look
to
the
sky
and
all
I
could
say
was
"Well
finally
it′s
on
again"
No
lord
could
stop
us
now
Cause
the
demons
reborn
again
My
praise
The
first
power
found
me
So
I
could
never
cower
Without
a
mind
fool
murder
bust
and
bounce
I'll
tell
you
half
about
this
antichrist
Look
into
my
eyes
tell
me
what
you
see
The
demonic
man
about
scarecrowism
Saints
can
you
feel
me
I
try
for
years
and
years
Sinkin′
this
one
day
of
depression
Stormy
weather
and
church
bells
Ringin'
to
the
election
of
a
new-follower
Follow
me
into
the
trees
Watch
me
rob
Adam
And
watch
me
rape
Eve
In
this
eve-much
destruction
Most
will
probably
wonder
With
Dj
Paul,
the
Triple
Six
click
And
Hell
take′em
under
-Laughter-
(Juicy
J)
Bitch,
now
never
-Laughter-
-Sounds
of
rain
and
church
bells
fade-
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1 Tear da Club Up
2 Mystic Styles
3 Porno Movie
4 Long Nite
5 Da Summa
6 In da Game
7 Classic Intro.
8 War With Us
9 We Got Da Dope
10 Fuckin With Dis Click
11 Now I'm Hi
12 Break Da Law
13 Sweet Robbery
14 Big Bizness
15 Gotta Touch 'Em
16 All Or Nuthin'
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